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Strength is a strange and malicious gift in Hollywood. In the few short weeks I have spent here, it has become unnervingly apparent that strength among women is no longer a sought-after personality trait. This dying evolution has been replaced by the harsh competition, brought on by a lack of trust in an already tough community.

Feminism has become a dirty word. For many, it can alienate. For some it conjures up images of people demanding opportunities that they do not deserve. It's a complicated topic with which this generation of women struggle. Knowing they are capable, the suggestion that special treatment is required, mocks the very concept that women are trying to overcome. Judge each person on their ability.

OK, I'm a little late to the party. The 12-episode sci-fi drama Sense8 produced and created by J. Michael Straczynski (Babylon 5) and written by siblings Lana and Andy Wachowski (The Matrix) has already debuted June 5 on Netflix.

As a designer, slash, travel blogger, I like to think that I have my finger on the pulse of, well, design and travel. Imagine my delight when I discovered that I would be in Los Angeles just when the ultra-cool French hotel brand, Mama Shelter, would be opening their first United States outpost.

Cory's concepts and goals for The Showroom are ever evolving. "I want this space to mirror the internet," he says, referring to injecting technology and tech aspects to exhibits to facilitate the viewer with readily accessible and instant behind-the-piece access.

Night after night, we lose ourselves in sleep, ever optimistic that our dreams will bring comfort, inspiration and pleasure. That's not always the case, of course. Our fears can manifest in our slumbering minds and even attack our vulnerable souls.

I have an actor friend who gets through a crowd and gets through life with one over-riding rule: don't make eye contact. It's a great and effective policy, especially for stars who inspire a dangerous sense of possession in fans when in the open public.

Farewell, my brother. Like Ali in that iconic clip, you appeared on our horizon first as a distant glimmer of hope, gradually growing into the star you became and deserved to be. A good omen. And a harbinger of good things to come.

In case you missed the bulletin, Los Angeles is in the midst of a historic drought. We also have the nation's worst traffic and air pollution, and we're the least affordable city in the Lower 48 for millennials to buy a home.

I recently started watching the NBC summer crime drama Aquarius. It's admittedly not the best show in the world, but I'm a big David Duchovny fan and it's definitely entertaining enough to binge watch on Hulu on a lazy summer Sunday.

Historically, America's universities have prided themselves on developing America's workforce. Don't film programs at these universities owe it to themselves to make it more affordable for those young artists from under-served communities who want to deepen their craft?

If Hollywood wants to make another "Home Alone" movie, this time with the Macaulay Culkin character all grown up but no more mature than he was as an 8-year-old in the 1990 original, I would be happy to take the role.

One guy who was responsible for giving all those titles life. One guy who refused to play by the rules. One guy who picked up the dice, had the prettiest dame in the room give them a lucky breath of air, and let them fly, outcome be damned. Hell, he knew it was gonna come up 7. His friends, both real and those who think they are, still call him "The Kid," a moniker bestowed upon him by the legendary Darryl F. Zanuck. Civilians know him as Robert Evans.